Can Meng Shi Nian led the Canghui Academy members away. Watching Shi Nian's retreating figure, Flender's expression was grave.
Ma Hongjun asked curiously, "Teacher, do you know that old man from before?"
Flender nodded. "That old fellow is called Shi Nian. His Martial Soul is Remnant Dream, capable of creating all kinds of illusions and causing people to lose themselves within them. With his current strength, he could make opponents lost in an illusion harm themselves to death."
"That old fellow is extremely sinister and vindictive. You all need to be careful. Back when I first knew him, his Soul Power was already over level sixty. Now, he's probably above level seventy."
Illusions? There was actually a Martial Soul like that? The Shrek Team was startled at once, each of them thinking about how they could counter it. Yet most of them wore bewildered expressions.
Flender said, "All right, the opening ceremony is about to begin. Get ready to enter. Mu Bai, Tang San, you two just lead everyone in. I'll head over first and watch your heroic bearing from the stands."
Before anyone could react, Flender greased the soles of his feet and slipped away.
Sure enough, once they entered the Rest Area, the staff were arranging the academies' entrances. Shrek Academy was assigned to enter last.
The instant they stepped out, everyone was immediately stunned by the sight before them.
Countless spectators surrounded the enormous, open plaza, shouting and cheering. Directly in front of the central grounds stood a VIP Platform backed in gold, with a VIP section behind it.
The broad venue was over one hundred and fifty meters in diameter. The academies that had entered before them had already formed neat ranks in the center. Each time an academy entered, a dedicated Master of Ceremonies on